Like me, my boyfriend is not a person frequently given to excessive displays of romance. And I’m okay with that, I really am … especially on the eve of the day that passes for a “holiday,” February 14th, which I consider a highly unromantic day of pressure to do something sweet because you’re supposed to, rather than because you feel moved to do so.
Which is why, when I came home Friday and found flowers sitting on the kitchen island (where I’d obviously see them as soon as I walked in the door), I got all warm and fuzzy inside. It was a horrible week (having nothing to do with Daniel, I should mention), and the flowers were a wonderful (surprise of a) bright spot. I’ll take flowers with a purpose on Feb. 11 over flowers out of obligation on Feb. 14 every single time.
Oh yes, and he got my favorite flowers to boot. So now the whole kitchen/living room area smells like stargazers, the bonus being that it doesn’t stink with that “our kitchen stinks” smell we’ve been trying to eradicate for weeks. 🙂
True – sentiments shared out of pressure are not what most of us want, and Valentine's frequently sets up such a scenario for too many people.
But I think it's important to acknowledge that sharing those sentiments on 2/14 in addition to many other days of the year is entirely possible and perfectly acceptable. So long as it's not the only time it happens, it becomes a bit like sharing sentiments on an anniversary or a birthday…